Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iraq and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.